Spoiler Penthouse 3 Novels & Stories

She turned her angry gaze to the Head Detective who tried to avert his gaze. "F-find the culprit." As they left the station that day her husband was already thinking of hiring the best divorce lawyer. Their marriage was based on convenience until he met her niece, Julienne and they fell in love. Patricia was becoming too hostile maybe it was time to leave. ** Penelope couldn't pretend to just be arriving in Foreda. There was no need to when he was going to meet her there. He sent a message to her temporary number with details of the hotel he booked for them and the room number. It was a suite located at the top of the luxurious hotel. It was the Ocean's Green which was aptly named as it over

At least, that would be her story if her excursion were questioned. She noted the absence of video surveillance on the main floor but didn't plant a wire. She only had one left, so it had to go in the perfect spot. She decided to snoop around, so she quickened her pace for the stairs leading to the bedrooms. A glance behind, told her that no one followed. Rifling through her purse for the last wire, she slinked through a doorway, and took a sharp breath, astounded by the posh master suite. A king-sized, mahogany four-post bed covered in red satin, sat centered in the room, surrounded by two matching side tables and a massive armoire. The red satin coverings accentuated the cocoa-colored wood

I giggled and allowed him to more me over both we both know my face heated with red from his words, with excitement, embarassment and some nervousness. "Are you two ready to go up to our rooms?" Jake asked from behind us. I nodded and smiled looking at Jerica as she also took in the sight of the lobby. She too thought it was beautiful I am sure. Jake lead the way down a side hallway to some gold looking elevators. The doors opened up and we all got on. Jake hit the button for the top floor called Pent House. I looked at the button and then back at Trevor. He smiled down at me. "We keep a pent house up here, our company owns a stake in the hotel." he whispered in my ear while wrapping his han

Elliot leaned closer to Timothy as they walked toward a private elevator. “Do they always look like they’re about to get fired?” he whispered. Timothy pressed a button. “Yes.” The elevator doors closed. Elliot watched the digital display climb rapidly. Floor 30. Floor 50. Floor 70. “Please don’t tell me you live at the top,” Elliot said. “Penthouse.” “Of course.” The elevator opened into an enormous living space. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the entire room, offering a breathtaking view of the city below. Modern furniture sat perfectly arranged across the polished floor, and everything looked so clean and expensive that Elliot felt afraid to touch anything.

It didn’t take long for a familiar black Maybach to pull up to the curb. The door flew open, and Beth stepped out with a lunge. “Callum!”

But I knew why I was here and it was expected for third year students to show their so called and and muscles when home alone and doing workouts. So, I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin. "Can I come in?" Cold. Detached. I didn’t have time to pretend like I wasn’t pissed. Nate arched a brow, stepping aside. "By all means." I walked past him, eyes barely flickering toward Ryder, who was watching me closely, unreadable. The second I stepped inside— I took it all in. The penthouse was insane. It wasn’t just luxury—it was the kind of place you saw in magazines. Designed to intimidate.

He looked doubtful for a moment but led her to the penthouse lift—he had the grace to look apologetic when her name was received in the affirmative and the lift doors opened on cue. ‘Thirty-fifth floor is what you need, ma’am. Have a good evening!’ Irene pressed thirty-five and prepared to part company with her stomach— she didn’t like lifts, but this one turned out to be painless. And on the thirty-fifth floor it opened directly into Murad Fullbuster’s penthouse.

Level 125: Penthouse. ​The doors slid open, revealing a world of black marble and starlight. The penthouse was an open-concept fortress. Huge glass walls offered a 360-degree view of the city, the lights below looking like scattered diamonds on black velvet. There were no warm colors here—only greys, blacks, and deep blues. It was a cold, beautiful museum for a man who lived alone. ​Alaric didn't move. He stood in the doorway, blocking my path. "This is the part where you tell me who you really are. Before we step out of this elevator. Because once you enter my home, the rules of the world below no longer apply."

“She’s not a liability. She’s the reason this matters now.” --- George wished to stay with the security team and know how things were going, but Luna was still startled by the incident so he had no choice than to leave with her to the penthouse. The Penthouse – 3:12 A.M. The elevator opened with a soft chime, revealing a space unlike any other George owned. No staff. No security panels. Just raw concrete and glass, the walls bare but the view is magnificent , a sweeping panorama of the city’s skyline, glittering like a mirage through the storm clouds.

he said and then left the bedroom and probably the apartment. I came back out, when I first got here I didn't really roam around the place but now that I was here to stay for a few months, I needed to get acquainted with it. Glenna gave me a tour, there were three floors of this penthouse, and we lived on the top floor. What captured my attention the most was the terrace pool. As soon as I set my eyes on it, I was mesmerized by its sheer beauty. The crystal-clear blue waters of the pool were truly a sight to behold. It was like an oasis in the middle of the city, providing the perfect escape from everything. I couldn't help but feel like I had found an idyllic haven.